In the silence after the shot, when the blue haze of the plasma ray filled the crystal caverns, I felt the waking laughter of the frozen sleeper. The gyves dug into my ankles as I uselessly, desperately, involuntarily, jerked against my restraints. It would not matter, had I broken free, but reason was a distant memory down in that cavern. The cleverest scientists in the world had set their great minds against the old magic of forgotten eons, and the ice which bound the demon would melt under their inspiration. He had whispered the secret to them while they slept.
Waking Madness
Tale Told 